OK, I've tried not to reply. Really I have. But....
A) bad photography (including not wiping your lens off a lot), crappy developing, and or Photoshop - proves nothing.
You accused me once , if not twice, of being 'unfeeling' to those those 'people' who live in the street where I work. OK. Guilty. But I'll tell you why.....
When I started, I would try to gently wake people and have them move along, then I would get out the water, and the bleach, and clean up their 'bedroom' so that me, my crew, the other people I work with, and yes, the 'stars' didn't have to walk through pee, vomit and man poo to get to work. Or track it on stage where I would have to clean it off later. Eight years into the future, you know what I do? I get a five gallon bucket, fill it with ice, pour the bleach into it, fill the rest with cold water, let it sit for five minutes - and then I pour it on them. I bet that haven't smelled that good for a few weeks. Cold? Hostile? Sure. I'm real tired of cleaning up other people's problems.
So, in the twenty years you spent 'on the streets' how many hard working, everyday, "I'm just trying to get through today and make it OK, if not better for my wife and kids" people had to clean up after you and your 'comrades"? People who were trying to run a business where you had to do your 'business' the night before, had to spend the first part of their day, doing what I do, cleaning up after you, because you could not be bothered, or sober up enough, to do it yourself?
And you say that you felt a great 'comradere' from the people there. Really? The three murder, death, kills I've personally had to watch were not done by some uptown banker or lawyer, or stockbroker seeking a thrill kill. Nah. They were killed by their 'comrades' who wanted what they were joneing for at that moment. All that 'comrade' crap goes right out the window when some drunk, or junkie, wants what someone else has.
You paint those years as romantic. They were nothing like that. They were just a two decade shotgun hole in the most productive years of your life. Nothing more, nothing less.
And here is my proof of that, and the flaw in you your mystical wisdom. (*aside from a reckless disregard of the facts) you really hate people don't you? You don't think that anyone on this earth can accomplish anything that you were too (pick one: a)confused, b)stoned, d)drunk, e) lazy, f) oh why go on?) to do?
A way back when, you argued with me that men could not have built the pyramids - they had to have 'alien help". But, what you were really saying was, "People like me, and the people I know could never have built the pyramids."
But, here is how you do build the pyramids. Or Gothic Cathedrals, or the Forbidden City, or the Temple of Angkor Wat. A) Enslave people. Its OK, but the work is not that good, so go to plan B), house them, feed them, and offer them beer, and they will say "Sure, we'll do that. For food and beer. Damn fine, but, what's a pyramid?" or C) just find a bunch of people like me, and tell them, "I DON'T EVER WANT TO CATCH YOU BUILDING A PYRAMID, and I'm wasting my breath at that, because people like you could never build a pyramid in the first place!".
The "C" pyramid gets built the next day.
You offer up as some mystic hippie bullpucky that doing nothing but drifting from point to point, stoned out of you mind, on acid, on pot was some sort of mystical journey. But I think it was the A ticket to the following twenty years on the street, drunk.
I see your photos. Taken through a window of a Jeep Cherokee. A carbon footprint the size of Bigfoot. But poor Kat, she hates the earth so much that all her photos are taken in real life, in real time, in the real world, mostly off her bike or on foot. Get the difference?
And Tesla never said he was from Venus. He said, or speculated is a better word, that he was getting signals from space. In that he was not a Venusian, but rather the father of radio astronomy, and SETI ought to have a plaque for him.
